Back when I decided to keep the kids home on Friday, knowing that we also had Monday off, it wasn’t raining. I had visions of four long awesome days of quality family time – long walks, crafts, fun in the yard, maybe even a trip to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. It was going to be great in a relaxing, fun, bond-y way.
And then it started to rain. And rain. And rain. Did I mention it rained?
At first I thought “Yay! Rain! We need lots of that around here!” Then I realized that the rain was going to seriously crimp our style. In fact, it kind of blew our weekend plans to smithereens. There was no playing in the yard, no long walks to anywhere, and there was definitely no trip over the treacherous Hwy 17 to the aquarium. It’s a dangerous enough highway on a sunny day, in the pouring rain it’s suicidal to take it just for kicks.
So we stayed put. And we went stir crazy. And the kids got cranky, and the mommy got crankier, and the daddy was smart and stayed out of the way. Each book was read over and over again. Every single toy was taken out about a million times. And “mommy” was whined about a gazillion more.
Miraculously Monday night eventually rolled around and the cranky children were put to bed (maybe on the slightly early side) and we heaved a sigh of relief so big that people in NY probably felt it, because, finally, oh finally, the loooong weekend was over.
In the morning everyone goes back to daycare. M goes back to work, and I’ll finally be able to spend more than three seconds on the computer before I have to get up to separate two fighting kids or pull Little L out of the toilet or the pantry.
I promise I’ll try not to skip as I leave the daycare, nor will I be late in picking them up. Well, OK. not too late.
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